Wednesday moved through the shadows, her silhouette vanishing and reappearing in the dark corners of the courtyard belonging to the vampires’ mansion.
However, her enemy was not one of the vampires. She had killed Elena and her two children—her current opponent was someone far more dangerous.
Several meters away, a lanky man advanced calmly. His long blond hair swayed slightly in the breeze, and a twisted, mocking smile played on his lips as he looked at Wednesday.
“What a disappointment,” the man said, amusement and scorn mixing in his voice.
“An Addams running like a rat. And not just any Addams… the firstborn of the family, the famous heir, Wednesday Addams,” he added, his smile widening.
‘Gabriel Spellman… He talks too much and is annoying,’ Wednesday thought as she observed the lanky man, who was Elliot’s younger brother. The contrast between the two was striking.
“You know, when I heard the Addams family was getting involved in this war, I didn’t believe it. You’ve always been… strange, yes, but never suicidal,” Gabriel remarked.
Wednesday remained silent, evaluating her options. Gabriel was faster than she had expected. His aura was orange, and he controlled the wind element, granting him incredible speed.
Not only was he faster than her, but she also couldn’t block his wind attacks directly—her shadows weren’t strong enough to withstand the pressure of the wind.
“And then, I heard something even more ridiculous. My daughter told me you fell in love. She always talked about you—an elite psychic, cold, calculating, unreachable… She admired you, respected your impenetrable attitude, but she was deeply disappointed when it became public that you were dating that Poe boy. A pariah raised among normies, with a family teetering on the brink of collapse,” Gabriel said with utter disdain.
Wednesday’s dark eyes narrowed slightly. She vaguely remembered Gabriel’s daughter, a girl her age or perhaps a little younger. Because of her maternal family, she had been forced to attend those absurd social gatherings, meeting supremacists and outcast fanatics who despised normies.
“It’s pathetic, you know?” Gabriel continued, circling the conversation like it was a game. “Even if Poe is a pureblood outcast, he was raised like a normie. Hidden away like a disgrace, the last of his lineage.”
Wednesday felt a flicker of irritation but didn’t take the bait. The fact that Gabriel was talking so much meant he didn’t see her as a threat.
A mistake.
But a mistake she couldn’t take advantage of just yet.
To Gabriel’s confusion, a cold smile formed on Wednesday’s pale face.
“Why the smile?” he asked.
“You talk about your daughter as if she were something special. As if she were superior to Luke…”
Gabriel raised an eyebrow, but Wednesday continued before he could interrupt.
“Let me tell you something,” she said, her tone almost didactic, as if explaining something obvious to a slow-witted child. “Luke Poe, the outcast raised among normies, the pariah of a fallen family, killed Sebastian and Ingrid. Your nephews? Your brother’s children? Remember? Luke turned them into lumps of flesh. They weren’t even a challenge.”
Gabriel’s expression shifted immediately, his eyes narrowing dangerously.
“Yes,” Wednesday tilted her head coldly, “those two died in a horrible and pathetic way. So tell me, Gabriel. If your pathetic daughter were to face Luke, how long do you think she’d last? Because I’d say not even three minutes,” she said, her tone as dry as a knife sliding over stone.
Gabriel’s eyes burned with fury. The air around him began to swirl violently, and in the blink of an eye, a powerful gust of wind shot toward Wednesday.
Wednesday managed to vanish into the shadows, narrowly avoiding the razor-sharp wind that tore through ancient marble statues, shattering them into lethal projectiles that scattered in all directions.
Without wasting a second, she raised her scythe of darkness, its blade wrapped in a pulsating blackness, and swung it with precision. A slashing wave of shadows shot toward Gabriel, racing through the air at high speed.
Gabriel reacted instantly. With a movement of his hand, a new blast of compressed wind exploded toward Wednesday, this time even stronger than his previous attack.
The two energies clashed in a devastating impact—darkness against wind.
The collision sent shockwaves rippling through the courtyard, shaking the ground and kicking up a whirlwind of debris and dust. The force of the wind prevailed.
The gust intensified, shattering the wave of shadows into fragments until it dissipated completely. It continued toward Wednesday, forcing her to vanish into the shadows once more.
She reappeared several meters away, her gaze icy but showing no trace of frustration. A dynamic similar to that of Luke and Elliot was now unfolding between Wednesday and Gabriel.
The only difference was that Wednesday had more time to react and counterattack, as Gabriel wasn’t as fast as Elliot. Still, all of her counterattacks were useless, and she was forced to rely on her shadow travel to evade the wind attacks.
Little by little, they moved away from the vampire mansion and into the forest.
‘That sphere is annoying…’ Wednesday thought, her expression barely shifting.
Gabriel had a sphere of air surrounding him, protecting him from potential surprise attacks. It was already difficult to land a surprise attack on him, and even if she managed to do so, the air sphere would neutralize it.
Gabriel’s attacks were composed of extremely powerful and destructive wind blasts. If she allowed even one to hit her, she would be severely injured, meaning she couldn’t afford to execute overly complex lethal strikes.
His speed was no joke either. By controlling the wind, he used it to move at high velocities with incredible agility. His feet barely touched the ground before he was somewhere else, as if the wind itself carried him.
Wednesday disappeared into the shadows again and again, trying to find an angle of attack, but Gabriel had already begun predicting her movements.
In an instant, Gabriel spun on his heel and unleashed a gust of wind toward the exact spot where Wednesday was about to reappear.
BOOM!
The attack struck the ground with an explosion of cutting wind, hurling rocks and ripping chunks of earth apart with overwhelming force.
Wednesday barely had time to avoid it.
Gabriel was already in the air, propelling himself with a gust of wind, using his own attack to launch toward her at breakneck speed.
His hand rose, gathering a torrent of compressed air, ready to unleash a deadly strike that would be far more difficult for Wednesday to evade due to her awkward position.
But then, a thunderous roar shattered the tension in the air.
‘Enid,’ Wednesday thought. She had already been expecting her arrival—Luke had told her. Though she disliked the idea, she couldn’t deny that against this enemy, the help of a werewolf was more than welcome.
The massive figure of the werewolf emerged from the trees, charging on all fours with brutal speed. Just as Gabriel was about to strike, Enid leaped.
Her colossal body collided with Gabriel mid-air, intercepting him and hurling him away with monstrous force.
The psychic shot through the air like a projectile, crashing through multiple trees with a deafening impact.
The trunks groaned and splintered under the sheer force of the collision. After shattering four trees, he finally came to a stop, several meters away from where he had been moments before.
Thanks to his air sphere, the damage was significantly reduced—he had only sustained minor injuries.
“What a nuisance…” Gabriel muttered, watching the werewolf now standing beside Wednesday from a distance.
“Are you okay? Luke sent me…” Enid said in her lycan form.
“I know. Our enemy is the younger brother of the Spellman patriarch…” Wednesday replied, grateful for the brief moment to catch her breath—though she would never admit it.
Enid let out a low growl of surprise. That basically meant they were facing one of the strongest psychics among America’s outcasts.
“We won’t use the mental link to communicate,” Wednesday continued firmly. “That would drain Luke, and right now, he’s fighting the Spellman patriarch.”
Enid’s expression darkened. Luke was battling someone even stronger than Gabriel.
“Alright. We can’t be a burden to him, not even slightly,” Enid agreed with a determined nod.
Wednesday looked at her for a moment before shifting her attention back to their enemy. Gabriel was approaching calmly, his gaze filled with disdain as he assessed the new arrival.
“You…” Gabriel said, eyeing Enid with disinterest. “A wild beast. How fitting that Poe surrounds herself with this kind of company.”
As a psychic of pure lineage, Gabriel viewed other outcast races as vastly inferior.
Neither Wednesday nor Enid paid any attention to his remark.
Wednesday looked at Enid and said, “To defeat him, we need to work together.”
Enid blinked in surprise. She knew how proud and stubborn Wednesday could be, so she hadn’t expected her to suggest teaming up so quickly.
“I need you to attack head-on and up close. Use your speed and brute strength to keep the pressure on him. I’ll strike from the shadows, looking for an opening and supporting you when necessary,” Wednesday explained.
“Got it,” Enid nodded without hesitation. She respected Wednesday’s intelligence and knew it would be foolish to insist on doing things her own way.
“Are you done whispering words of encouragement?” Gabriel mocked. “Or do you actually think teaming up will change the outcome?”
Wednesday didn’t respond. In the blink of an eye, her scythe of darkness appeared in her hands before melting into her own shadow. At the same time, Enid bent her legs, preparing to strike.
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